Story+2003-05-10+Ludwigshafen,+Germany

´´Are you ready ?....are you ready ?....are you ready ?....are you ready ?....are you ready ?.... are you ready ?....well, are you ready for a house party ? (cheers) that don´t sound completely ready, that sounds about a halfway, you see.....alright, well, if you´re gonna have a house party....two conditions have to be met....come on, C....two things, number one.....the music has got to be (Clarence: ´Raucous´) raucous, that´s right....number two, you´ve got to get your (Clarence: ´Ass´) out of your seat (chuckles) it´s time to come on up for the German ass-rising !....that´s right, everybody in their seats out there, time to get up off your ass now ....(?) oh, that´s good, oh yeah, oh, much better, much better....because I wanna introduce you now, ladies and gentlemen, to the greatest little houseband in all the land....I´m talking ´bout on the piano, the illegitimate child of Jerry Lee Lewis and Liberace, Professor Roy Bittan....on the violin and vocals, out of New York City, Sister Soozie Tyrell....on the guitar, star of ´The Sopranos´-television show, Little Steven Van Zandt....the man that bring the thunder from down under, the Tennesee Terror, Mr.Garry W.Tallent....on the drums, the man that bring the power hour after hour, night after night, Minister of the big beat, Secretary of rhythm, Secretary of syncopation and star of ´Late Night (crowd: ´Television´) Mighty Max Weinberg....on the guitar, Secretary of heart and spirit, one of the greatest guitarists in rock and roll, the great Nils Lofgren....on the organ, Minister of mystery, Brother Dan Federici.... and on this side of the stage, ooh-ooh, in absentia, Miss Patti Scialfa, I miss my baby.... (Bruce sounds like he´s crying) oh, it´s terrible....and last but not least....Minister of soul.... Emperor of all Germany....ladies and gentlemen, you wish you could be like him but you can´t because under the sun there´s only one Clarence Big Man Clemons....´´
 * 10.05.03 Ludwigshafen, Germany, middle of ´Mary´s Place´**

´´Hey Steve....I do believe it´s quitting time....I think it is....I think it is time to go home.... (Steve: ´I don´t think so´)....I think it´s time to go back to the hotel and get some room service....(Steve: ´Oh no, no, I don´t think so´) and to watch some of those fine European pornographic films....well, Steve, if it ain´t quitting time, man, what I wanna know is....what time is it ?....(Steve: ´Is this Deutschland ? (cheers) then it must be B-B-B-B-Boss-time).... (....) Mr. and Mrs.Germany, all I wanna know is what time is it ? (crowd : ´Boss-time !´)....”//
 * 10.05.03 Ludwigshafen, Germany, middle of ´Ramrod´**